"Roar—"
A frenzied roar overpowered the ongoing chants, and Xin Hui's body burst into a bright golden light. The Arhat Golden Body unconsciously erupted with Gang Qi, shattering his upper garments into pieces, revealing a wound that was splitting open his flesh, tainted with a black aura.
From the left scapula extending to the right side of his waist, the sword mark contaminated with Death Qi tortured Xin Hui day and night. However, the destruction caused to his Mental State was more painful than his physical wounds.
Whether his eyes were open or closed, Xin Hui would always see the faces of nearly a hundred people who had died two days ago. Under the influence of an unknown force, each face was crystal clear.
Torn limbs, bleeding faces, and blood, blood, blood...
"Ah!!"
The last figure that appeared in front of Xin Hui was that of the White-haired Taoist, unblemished amidst the blood.
"Demon Path!"
